Edmund Fitzgerald Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

Asus2The legend lives on fromEm the chippewa on down

 Of theG big lakDe they called Asus2"Gitche Gumee"

 The lake, it is said, never Emgives up her dead

 When the sGkies of NDovember turn glAsus2oomy

 With a load of iron ore twenty-six Emthousand tons more

 Than the GEdmund FitzgDerald weighed Asus2empty.

 That good ship and crew was a Embone to be chewed

 When the "GGales of NDovember" came eAsus2arly.

 The ship was the pride of the EmAmerican side

 ComingG back from sDome milAsus2l in Wisconsin

 As the big freighters go, it was bEmigger than most

 With aG crew and goDod captainAsus2 well seasoned

 Concluding some terms with a cEmouple of steel firms

 When they lGeft fully Dloaded for Asus2Cleveland

 And later that night when the Emship's bell rang

 Could itG be the norDth wind they'dAsus2 been feelin'?

 The wind in the wires made a Emtattle-tale sound

 And a Gwave broDke over Asus2the railing

 And every man knew, as the Emcaptain did too,

 T'was the wGitch of DNovember come Asus2stealin'.

 The dawn came late and the Embreakfast had to wait

 When theG Gales Dof November Asus2came slashin'.

 When afternoon came it was Emfreezin' rain

 In theG face ofD a hurricane wAsus2est wind.

 When suppertime came, the old Emcook came on deck

 Sayin’. G"Fellas, iDt's too rough tAsus2o feed ya."

 At Seven P.M. a main Emhatchway caved in',

 he said G"Fellas, iDt's been good Asus2t'know ya"

 The captain wired in he had Emwater comin' in

 and theG good ship aDnd crew wAsus2as in peril.

 And later that night when 'is lEmights went outta sight

 Came theG wreck of tDhe EdmundAsus2 Fitzgerald.

 Does any one know where the lEmove of God goes

 When theG waves turn Dthe minutAsus2es to hours?

 The searches all say they'd have Emmade Whitefish Bay

 If they'dG put fifteen mDore miles Asus2behind her.

 They might have split up or they mEmight have capsized;

 They Gmay have broDke deep and Asus2took water.

 And all that remains is the Emfaces and the names

 Of theG wives and tDhe sons andAsus2 the daughters.

 Lake Huron rolls, SEmuperior sings

 In theG rooms of hDer ice-wAsus2ater mansion.

 Old Michigan steams like a Emyoung man's dreams;

 The iGslands and Dbays are for sAsus2portsmen.

 And farther below EmLake Ontario

 TakesG in what LaDke Erie can Asus2send her,

 And the iron boats go as the Emmariners all know

 with theG Gales Dof NovemAsus2ber remembered.

 In a musty old hall in DEmetroit they prayed,

 In the G"MaritiDme SailoAsus2rs' Cathedral."

 The church bell chimed till it rEmang twenty-nine times

 For each mGan on the DEdmund FitzgAsus2erald.

 The legend lives on from the ChEmippewa on down

 Of theG big lake thDey call "GiAsus2tche Gumee".

 "Superior", they said, "never gEmives up her dead

 When the G'Gales Dof November' cAsus2ome early!"